steve rogers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shieldtoss) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
Steve couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd danced with anyone who knew this. Sure, there was Jan and a few others who enjoyed a good swing every now and then, but it was a lot of Steve teaching them the little he knew. Bucky had always had the more experience, and as the twisted and turned and twirled, it was as if they'd been dancing all their lives. He laughed--a true, genuine, feel-good laugh--since he'd arrived. Perhaps even longer than that. As much as it was nice being reunited with his Bucky, there was still a distance that time and whatever was trapped in his mind that kept them from connecting like this.
So, he let himself have this and indulge until the music shifted and his laughter died down, and they came to a sudden stop and he was looking this Bucky in the eyes. "Thanks," he said, "I forgot how fun that could be with a partner." He hesitated a second before he brushed some that mop on the top his head he called hair out of the way of his eyes and then cleared his throat. "Guess you're not that rusty after all." He offered him a smile, hoping his cheeks were not nearly as flush as they felt.